lottery ticket
not worth the tree felled
to print it
lottery ticket
not worth the tree felled
to print it
topsy-turvy
my half full bottle
looks half empty
mirror in my view
i do the opposite
of what i see
waking to darkness
my soul rails against the gloom
then my eyes open
up at the crack of dawn
running a fool’s errand
beautiful sunrise
birds singing and sky-dancing
nature’s infectious joy